The morning arrives in a shadow of grey,
With frost on the glass and the sunshine delayed.
Motivation dissolves in the chill of the air,
Leaving us tempted to stay tucked up there.
But deep in our centre, a flicker remains,
A quiet devotion that runs through the veins.
It is discipline, the fire, the promise we keep,
That pulls us awake while the rest are asleep.
For wellness is built where motivation feels cold,
In the promises kept and the habits we hold.
Yet fire, untended, will consume everything it can,
Turning sacred devotion to ash in our hand.
So, honour the spark, let it warm, let it strive,
But don’t let the hustle take over your life.
True discipline knows when to top up the wood,
And to surrender and soften whenever you should.
For you are the keeper of all that you burn,
May you find the sweet balance at every single turn.
Bring heat to the winter, but fiercely guard your own light,
And know when to rest in the darkness of the night.